Meet Me Underneath The Mistletoe Novels & Stories

New buds sprouted from the trees lining the streets when the snow melted. Cole stood in front of the house as he waited for me. He was wearing a black leather jacket and holding two cups of coffee. "Let's go. We're going to be late for the meeting." "Coming." I closed the door and walked over to his side. He handed me a cup before tucking my windswept hair behind my ear. "Leah." "Hmm?" "There's a full moon tonight." "I know." "I want to kiss you under the pine tree."

The night before our big offline meetup, my roommate took one look at my internet boyfriend's photo and declared it was a fake. "Using a stolen photo for an online romance? He's definitely insecure and too ugly to show his real face!" The next day, my boyfriend texted: [Sorry, something came up at the last minute. Can you wait half an hour?] I breathed a sigh of relief because I had just been notified about an exclusive expert lecture on campus. Word was, the speaker was an academic powerhouse, and the university had paid a fortune to secure him. I snagged a seat in the front row. But the moment I looked up at the podium, my stomach dropped. Why did this famous scholar look so much like

The note I wrote was short yet significant enough to ignite the flame. "Meet me tonight at The DE LUNA RESTAURANT. 8 PM. don't be late."

He picked up at the second ring. "What?" he bit out. "We need to talk." "About what?" "Don't make me change my mind." "Fine. Meet me at Towns Square, at the T-junction. Be here in twenty minutes." ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ The minute I arrived, I saw him standing under the bright lights, he was wearing jeans. I could hardly remember the last time I saw the almighty Sebastian Crest casually dressed.

Who could that be by this time of the night? I felt a little reluctant to open the door, but nothing could happen to me in here, isn’t it? So, I rose to my feet and got close to the door. Getting close, a piece of paper was tossed under the door and I bent to pick it up. My eyes fell on the writing which visibly informed me of what to do. “Meet with me in the woods ”

It's short and sweet. I need to talk to you as soon as you get here. Meet me under the stairs at our secret place. G. I have no idea what this is about, but I know exactly where he wants me to meet him. I'm just confused... Why did he hand it to Martha to hand to me? I guess I'd better go find out.

Maybe I needed to forget—even for one night. "Fine." Ivy squealed. "I’ll pick your outfit! You’ll be unstoppable— My phone buzzed. An unknown number: **Meet me tonight. Vines Restaurant. Let me explain.** My stomach twisted. *Wolfe.* I deleted it. ---

she continued. “He was hovering around me yesterday night and wouldn’t give me breathing space. You should know him better by now.” “Yeah…I do. He’s that same old jerk,” the lady replied. “Well, where are we meeting? I’ve already dressed and am waiting for you,” the lady proceeded. “Yeah, I’m already done dressing up. Let’s meet at the secret alley. You know we can’t let anyone see us together, right?” Sofia said. “You’re right, we can’t be seen together,” the lady backed.

Marian turned away from the sight. Dad...she mused to herself, and right at that moment, a gong went off. It was five minutes to midnight; the main event was starting – the mistletoe ball drop. Everyone on the floor pulled out black eye covers and tied their eyes. The tradition was simple, when the music stopped, you stood wherever you were, and the mistletoes dropped from the ceiling. Whoever was under one was to kiss whoever was closest to them. You couldn’t run, and you couldn’t refuse the kiss.

“You're under the mistletoe.” Laura looked up quickly to see the small green branch with red berries and a white ribbon. Someone had hung it up directly where a person would stop to read about the mating behaviors of dinosaurs. Laura blushed and quickly stepped away. “Thanks,” she said to the handsome man. He smiled and somehow got more attractive. “You got lucky. Creepy-Dave from accounting has been sitting here waiting for a pretty girl to step under that. He just went to get a drink.” “Creepy-Dave?” she asked, looking around.